Lorraine dutifully closed her eyes, but as she did so, she let out a deep, weary sigh that echoed through the cave. After that, she remained completely silent, her ears straining to pick up any sound that might give her a clue as to what was going on around her.All of a sudden, the creatures began to growl and snarl, and the sound of their movements intensified. Lorraine could sense their presence moving around the cave, but without her vision, she couldn't determine exactly how they were navigating their environment.The noises seemed to come from different directions, and the irregularity of their movements made it impossible to predict where they would appear next."I'll tell her," the mischievous voice of the second creature suddenly said."No, I'll tell her." The third creature objected immediately."No, I'll tell her.""No. I'll be the one to tell her."The exchange of words before two of the creatures was brought to an abrupt stop by the interference of the other creature who i

James and David walked into their grandmother's house. The drunkenness in David had cleared off before they even arrived at the place so it was no longer James' responsibility to see that his brother did not mess things up."Ma!" David called his grandmother mother out Loud immediately he stepped into the big living room. "Ma!" He repeated calmly, his voice extended as far reaching the walls of the house. This was his usual way of announcing his presence to his grandmother. "The bastard himself," Ma said to her grandson when he finally stepped fully into the living room. She was sitting on her most valuable property, her wooden arm chair. She loved to sit on it and press her weight into it and make it screech to and fro. "Come here," she extended her hands wide in a hug, still sitting in her chair."No Ma, I'm no longer a child that you should welcome with a hug everytime you see me. Moreover, I won't fit in your arms anymore." David shook his head at his grandmother meaning he was n

Mr. Guano sat in his chair, leg crossed, peering out of the window that overlooked the bustling city of Lightwood. The big windows of his office gave him the privilege of a clear view of close to half of the city, especially on a day like this, when the sun was too lazy to begin its toll. The skyline was dotted with towering buildings that stretched endlessly towards the sky, while the streets below were teeming with people going about their daily business.As he gazed out at the city, the mayor felt proud of his achievement. After all, he had played a key role in the city's growth and development. As the city's mayor, he had initiated projects geared towards the city's infrastructure and had helped to bring numerous new businesses to the area.For the first time, he was wearing a brown polo shirt with a track trouser. Today was the day his aide would be discharged from the hospital so he was expecting to see him any moment from now. The mayor had intentionally not gone to the hospita

James and David were sitting on the couch watching TV when they heard a door clack. They both turned their attention to the door, to their greatest surprise, it was Kyle walking out of his room, his leg and neck still covered in plaster casts."Kyle?" David asked, shocked."I had to get out of bed. It is driving me crazy," Kyle said, his voice raspy from the neck brace he was wearing.James got up from the couch and walked over to Kyle, looking him up and down. "Kyle, you're covered in casts. How did you get out of bed?""It is not easy, Jimmy," Kyle said in a near cry voice. "I just couldn't sleep, Jimmy. I was hearing your voices and I thought I was missing something. I'm going stir-crazy in the room."James looked at Kyle with concern. "Are you sure you're okay? You should be resting.""I'm fine," Kyle insisted. "I just need to get out of that room for a while. I can't take it anymore. I feel useless."James and David exchanged a worried glance, but they knew that Kyle could be stub

"Stop. Please, stop. I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything you want to know," she said, sobbing out loud. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the menacing figure of Samuel in front of her. Samuel's piercing gaze made her skin crawl, and she had stopped fighting against the restraints that bound her to the iron chair; it was a fruitless mission. Her hands were tied to it very tight.Working for Mr. Guano for years as his secretary had exposed her to quite a lot of things but being tied to an iron chair, that was not among them. She knew personally that she was no good at enduring pains and that she was not ready to die just yet but how sure was she that James wouldn't slit her throat after she had told him what he wanted to hear? The chances were slim but still, she wasn't ready to die."Where were you on the night of Abigail's murder?" Samuel asked, his voice cold and unyielding.Mary knew who Samuel was. Who doesn't know about him? The almighty terror himself. But what